Tuesday, September 30, 2008

quiet pastels...


Whenever I am with god, tears fill up my eyes, I try hard to stop them overflow, the same happens when I am alone with nature. Why and how my senses react the same way in two different situations, I dont know, may be they are manifestations of one. May be in each of the situations I keep thanking some power for whatever i have been bestowed with and the tears are about happiness, about joy, about fulfilment, about peace, about love. yes, nature keeps me close to the god, the power i always want to be with. Last week there was a flower exhibition in pune. Flowers, a part of nature are so close to peace, love, calm and joy. They have always had the magic to destress oneself, once you are into it, you lose all pain, external and internal, both and this magical therapy is done free. When i was in lucknow I never used to miss two flower exhibitions every year, one at the sprawling lawns of rajbhavan and the other at national botanical research institute and both used to be one of the best flower exhibitions one could see. So for me, there was no choice but to go and talk to those pune flowers. Superb dainty flowers having all the magical and mystical powers of the universe, bubbly bright laughters as well as the quiet smiles of the pastels. But this time i wanted to converse with them differently. I talked to them about calm and peace and those moods of pastel hues treated me with everything they had.a few hours of sojourn with them and I was magically treated. Yes, thats the way I have been treating myself for all my 'sufferings' all my life. I have always been romancing in one way or the other. This morning when I was travelling to mumbai from pune , I saw thousands of yellowish orange wild flowers bloomed all over the place alongside the tracks. I thanked the railways for giving me such a lavish treatment just for 85/- and also thanked the power which put those seeds to bloom. Travelling pune-mumbai by train is just the best bargain the railways could offer. I travel so mush between these two stations that (rail and road both) I almost have all the curves of road and rail by heart. During monsoons I can almost spot you the best waterfall/stream on way. I also know the patch where you could be treated with those violet wild flowers. yes, that journey gives you that much needed magical therapy to calm the 'sufferings' of a city like mumbai. Now, back to that pune exhibition, those quiet pastel moods, which I want to share with you.





3 comments:

tripsde said...

hi
I must thank you for giving such a beautiful verbal treat. A photographer can captures a picture beautifully, but he can also create a photo of words is something I m finding very new in you. I think you’re a brilliant pen as well. Seeing your pictures is always a good experience but this time when I saw with the comments I completely sold by your writing skills. Let the hindi guys bitch on you till they themselves discover another face of yours. Keep writing and keep clicking!!!
Charaiveti, charaiveti…
Dev

Simply trying said...

Wow Sunder Sir,

One looks at those shots in a completely new light after reading your thought behind those captures. And its wonderful that you can keep your sensitivity alive even after so many "encounters". :)

Abhijit said...

beautiful pictures supported by lovely words